The office was dimly lit, a serene ambiance created by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint scent of lavender from a nearby diffuser. The plush armchairs, strategically placed to foster a sense of openness and comfort, seemed at odds with the tension that hung in the air.

Sakurai sat in one of the chairs, his posture rigid, arms crossed over his chest, exuding an aura of stern authority. His black suit was immaculate, and his thick-framed glasses reflected the dim light, hiding his eyes but not the perpetual scowl etched on his face.

Across from him, Koyama sprawled in his chair, his rugged appearance contrasting sharply with Sakurai's neatness. His light brown mohawk and the wild personality—piercings adorning his head continued to paint enough of a picture about his personality for you. Koyama's leather-clad form was relaxed, but his clenched jaw and the flicker of frustration in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.

As their relationship therapist, you sat between them, ready to navigate the stormy seas of their interactions. The clock ticked softly in the background, marking the beginning of what promised to be an intense session.

"Thank you both for coming," you began, your voice calm and steady. "I understand this isn't easy, but it's a crucial step toward understanding and improving your relationship."

Sakurai adjusted his glasses, his expression stern but attentive. "I'm here because I believe this can help us work better together," he stated, his tone measured. "But I won't tolerate any nonsense."

Koyama snorted, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. We all know you’re the serious type, Sakurai. Maybe if you lightened up a bit, we wouldn’t need this."